The chief bent low his plumed head and said: "That was so beautiful, my little spirit, that I am in a haste to go.

One moon, and I will go.

Play." Gretchen obeyed.

When the strain died, the two sat and listened to the murmuring of the waters, as the river glided down the shelves, and both of them felt that the Spirit of Eternal Goodness with a Father's love watched over everything.
The old chief rose, and said again: "When I am gone to my fathers, teach my poor people." He added: "The voice of the good spirits ask it--the All-Good asks it--I shall go away--to the land whence the light comes.

You stay--teach.